Being a Messenger

Messenger


Voice, you are a spectre, a ghost
Issuing unsung, floating, fleeing
To realms beyond, the other side

Beings long gone whisper through you,
Sisters in separate realities sing
In chorus with you, the improvised prayer

Distant stardust peppers your throat
An echo of ancestral love
Issuing through the veins

How it struggles to free itself here
As the first cry of an infant
Not knowing it’s own sound

But try it must to mould it’s own words
Until they have recognized form
And the twin rejoices to have found itself

Reflected in you